There Breathes a Legend (prose poem)
PostPosted: Sat Feb 14, 2004 4:12 pm
So, i wrote this years ago, but have never finished. Anyways, here it is...
There breathes a Legend to which a simple accent such as "Breath-taking" can but blindly represent.
A being of absolute beauty that to gaze upon her is to know the sweetest most exquisite agony existance has to offer and to look into her eyes is to witness a terpsichorean spirit, empyreal and scintillescent, flowing wildly, fantastically, to a euphony which only the heart coupld possible apprehend.
I have seen her, this numinous paragon
This woman whose beauty, so impossibly real, i can only descry as magic.
I have inspired her essence, an incense that spoke of worlds beyond: of wonders to behold with a gasping heart and transcendant marvels to mystify the mind. It was a scent so deeply natural i misdeemed her a sylvan myth taken rise out of some romanticized fable of heroics and wizardry.
Yet when she approached me, held out her hand, and i took gentle grasp- i knew. She was no delirium of idle fantasy, but a reality- a truth, to cast aside the mendacities benighting my once savage soul.
It was then, in that moment amaranthine, that the world befell her lips,
"Love"
And that's how far i've gotten. And no, its not quite a poem, nor a prose, but rather a prose poem (yes, they do exist. At least theoretically). Any advice on what's written so far? Any thoughts on where it is going or should go? How about the style or diction? Or should i just move on to something else?
There breathes a Legend to which a simple accent such as "Breath-taking" can but blindly represent.
A being of absolute beauty that to gaze upon her is to know the sweetest most exquisite agony existance has to offer and to look into her eyes is to witness a terpsichorean spirit, empyreal and scintillescent, flowing wildly, fantastically, to a euphony which only the heart coupld possible apprehend.
I have seen her, this numinous paragon
This woman whose beauty, so impossibly real, i can only descry as magic.
I have inspired her essence, an incense that spoke of worlds beyond: of wonders to behold with a gasping heart and transcendant marvels to mystify the mind. It was a scent so deeply natural i misdeemed her a sylvan myth taken rise out of some romanticized fable of heroics and wizardry.
Yet when she approached me, held out her hand, and i took gentle grasp- i knew. She was no delirium of idle fantasy, but a reality- a truth, to cast aside the mendacities benighting my once savage soul.
It was then, in that moment amaranthine, that the world befell her lips,
"Love"
And that's how far i've gotten. And no, its not quite a poem, nor a prose, but rather a prose poem (yes, they do exist. At least theoretically). Any advice on what's written so far? Any thoughts on where it is going or should go? How about the style or diction? Or should i just move on to something else?
